Graphic novels are making a comeback. After Persepolis, by Marjane Satrapi, debuted in 2000, there’s been a tremendous surge in graphic novels. Now, I wasn’t paying attention to the field in 2000 (yay puberty) but, Persepolis was adapted to film in 2007 and the spike in autobiographical graphic novels was epic. Graphic novels aren’t about guys running around in capes or even girls in capes- they’re about people.
The Impostor’s Daughter was addictive. I identified a lot with what Laurie Sandell’s lived through to become the author of the memoir. Sandell and I both have semi-destructive, though mine has never faked an ivy-league education (Come on, the title gave it away). In a way, this memoir assured me that everything in my life right now is going to be alright. The story was comforting (though, by no means, a lullaby) and the images were very unspectacular- the right tone for a graphic novel that is in fact a memoir in nature. No embellishments, just the straight picture.
Thumbs: 2 out of 2